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We're all a scene in mona's dream...
A paris street. A quiet stream. Far away from Cabrini green. Forgotten love at seventeen, Where her children got a chance, Not a dead end street. Cause some got religion, And some got drugs, Some got money and, Some got love, All of her days in a dry-eyed haze, Just another scene in Mona's dream. |
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| 2. |
| 4:39 |
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one more murder in this town,
don't mean a thing just lock your doors and drive around. one more murder in this town, don't worry the rain will wash the chalk marks from the ground saturday night, shots ring out, add one to the body count. you come alive to see another's end. plead it to a lesser count, D.A. says without a doubt, in 3-5 you're on the streets again. one more murder in this town. don't mean a thing . you get accustomed to the sound. one more murder in this town. block off the street and . wrap the crime scene tape around. hosanna! hosanna! I can't feel a thing at all! hosanna! hosanna! I can't feel a ting! I can't feel a thing at all! saturday night you're going out parking lot, a figure come about feel a piece click against your head. pleading to his sympathy, "take the car, I got a family" you hear a laugh, "It don't mean shit to me." one more murder in this town |
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| 3. |
| 3:43 |
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Maybe I should drop you at your door
Leave tonight and vanish up the shore Anywhere but here... It's 3 o'clock We're driving in your car You're screaming out the window at the stars. Please don't drive me home! Blame us 'cause we are who we are Hate us 'cause you'll never get that far And who'd suppose that you would go I've already learned enough to know that... Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo (repeat) Tell me all the places we could go And count the headlights passin' on the road A long, long time ago Blame us cause we are who we are Hate us cause you'll never get that far And who'd suppose that you would go? I've already learned enough to know that Here we are Forgein to their world Straight and composed Your sermons I can do without And I've finally found that everybody loves to love you when you're far awaaaaay! Could it be we've done something wrong? And make it home to your place before dawn. Please don't drive me home. Please don't take me home! Blame us 'cause we are who we are Hate us 'cause you'll never get that far And who'd suppose that you would go? I've already learned I've already learned... Enough to know that Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo Doo, doo |
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| 4. |
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Calling from that porch again
Low dress blowing in the wind (I should have known I'd regret it later) But she blow like a Tsunami I like it like that I like it like that I like it like that Terra Cotta, window pane Brown skin soaking up the rain (I should have been a cynical writer) But she don't care just where he be I like it like that I like it like that I like it like that She can move you! She can move you! What's your name? Destiny. I like it like that I like it like that I like it like that |
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'Calmly, like a razor
I got us on the door,' Or 'I got a tape of 'Clerks' Someone left the night before.' So I come over later, You're sitting in that chair Smoking on your cigarette Fingering you hair So I get drunk and stoned, Every time you come around. Twenty-nine and aimless You bartend down on fourth Your parents pay insurance And the Parson's Audit course Over-schooled and uninspired Tust fund up your nose All that wasted talent but, uh Ain't that how it always goes? So I get drunk and stoned, Every time you come around. Yeah, yeah yeah So long Allison Foley So long, bye-bye (Come up higher, take a step higher) Sometimes you understand The reasons how you went astray But least of all the answer, That it hurts to watch you waste away. So I get drunk and stoned, Every time you come around. Yeah, yeah, yeah. So long, Allison Foley So long, bye-bye |
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| 4:57 |
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Along the edges, colors blur at seem familiar.
While you read your magazine, I was counting all the markers. And california seemed to draw you like a siren From a postcard, or a letter, in a frame of film melting. But under you, i hear your breath move in, out slowly. Under you, let go completely feeling you take over me. A hollywood flat where we'd laugh about our fortunes Well we held jobs in this bar down at 3rd and san vicente. And ramen noodles at 4:30 in the morning, When we barely could survive, i was never more alive. Under you, i feel your blood flowing out slowly. Under you, let go completely feeling you take over me You moved in slow degrees A sudden memory You're a leonard cohen song But every now and then i'd swear i see you standing on a sidewalk, in a Restaurant, from a taxi cab passing. Under you i feel you moving in/out slowly Under you let go completely feeling you take over me. Take over me so long, alison foley So long, bye-bye |
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| 4:24 |
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Don't fear,
Even though you're at a loss. I'm numb, A shell of empty thoughts. But you glow, You stretch and pull me out. Does that trouble you? Does that trouble you? *Love me Hate me Make me live again I need you around Heal me Hurt me Make me live again I want you around So long, I never had experienced This bliss. So how could i resist? And i'm fine A little light-headed. Does that worry you? I didn't mean to worry you. *Repeat Now, retreating from the light I love it when we fight It makes me think At least you still care Give up, you're not going anywhere moonlight, illuminates your stare and it's great, captivating you does that trouble you? i didn't mean to trouble you *Repeat & fade |
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| 8. |
| 3:23 |
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So i could ask you why you live your life
(disregard the pretense that you made). Come alive, come alive, watch the city go by. Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, turn me up Your face is creased by the pillow case sheets, The bedroom is a mess. Can i get some room service please? Are you lucid? drug induced? Through bloodshot eyes the city come alive,come alive,come alive. Ah, how wonderful you are! Ah, how wonderful you are! Outside, you feel like you were born with a kick-me sign Taped permanently to your back. I can relate, video tape, You got a laugh when you fell face first on the floor. Ah, how wonderful you are! Ah, how wonderful you are! Are you listening? Are you breathing? Give me something, i can believe in, Because you give me soul Illuminating everything! Aw, push it boy, push it like you never should. Understate. You were great, Summering out on the cape. I said last night how i feel about you, But you wouldn't recall no, You don't recall anything do you? Ah, how wonderful you are Ah, how wonderful you are I wrote a three page note I wrote a three page note I wrote a three page note Happy day mama, Happy day, Happy day, Happy day mama! |
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| 2:58 |
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You come walking like someboby's lover
You come talking like somebody's friend You wouldn't be here if I was unwilling We both want the same thing Pull We both want the same thing Brother, sister Anoint me, absolve me Take me with you Below hell You won't be here if I were unwilling We both know what I bring Pull We both want the same thing Around, surround You subjugate me Feel your pull Effortlessly Fuck me up I'm begging you please We both want the same thing Pull We both want the same thing |
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| 10. |
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Your pain makes you beautiful, you love to lose control,
And mediocrity's rewarded so set your standards low. In an imploding star, or a burned out car, I implore you. In a carbon-arc or a dim lit park, I implore you. Suck me in, I'm willing, I get off when you go on Let me be your fate. Pour it on, pour it on. In a country fair or union square, I implore you In a shrouded face or a spray of mace, I implore you. I implore you. Cryptic? Elemental. You transcend when you succumb. One last shred of frailty left, Embedded in our bones. In an imploding star, or a burned out car, I implore you In a carbon-arc or a dim lit park, I implore you So do it again, do it again, do it again. This is what it means Particle. So do it again, do it again, do it again. This is what it means Particle. |
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Well, your photo stills
In your wallet with your unpaid bills And you show it like it means something You could never know the pain it brings And here you are Standing in our drive (when absence suits you best) Your letters and your cards But no return address Now you come around Now you come around Your familiar sounds We are your beautiful, We are your beautiful mistake. Waiting for this day Well I memorized the things I'd say How you broke her when you disappeared How I hear her say, 'You'd make your father proud.' It echoes through the years As if I could forget all a mother's tears No, don't say a word Leave while you still can Put out your light Now I guess you're going A figure through the door And your taillights faded Like twenty years before |
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Cut me out of this role.
I can't play it anymore. It must be something in the water here. Give me up, I confess. I feel as though I'm living less. The strangest gravity affects my way. Because I was born incomplete, Drowning in the brevity. Kind of like a road you're travelling on. Everything in 2's You often lose You make me whole again Everything in 2's You never knew You'd make me whole again. Someone said, someone wrote, We're floating tethered to a rope. So complicate me, I could use the weight. In how you move the scenery, Lover, how you mirror me. But stop me if you've heard it all before. And now and again, You find yourself over your head. In a cynical time, in you I find A reason to live. Cut me out of this role I can't play it anymore It must be something in the water here. |
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| 5:17 |
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I push the limits of good taste
Whenever i open my mouth You got a worm in your ear Like checkov from kahn Shame! shame! I hit a new kind of low. All the way from south dakota Like a green leprachaun She got a sun dress in heat He got his latex gloves on Shame! shame! I hit a new kind of low. And if you ever come here You're tweaking on the phone "i got a new connection" I never leave the light on Shame! shame! I hit a new kind of low... B) Coma All the time, A loss. Black like you were blessed, I was sobered blind. Let you take me there And laughed loud when they found I was devoured. devoured. Devoured. |
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| 14. |
| 3:22 |
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You in your coat
Writing a note, 'Dear Sal, I hope you'll agree...' Then catching a bus, Just after dusk, A one way trip to the city. A cold water flat. A hot plate, A hat. The want ads are strewn on the floor. And you get so mad, when your ma and dad Reflect when you look in the mirror. But I see you there Nude at the top of the stairs (but so far away) And I recall all Your dreams and your schemes Moving me. The plans that we made, A street serenade You can't be like your brother and mike, Content just to live and get by. I hope that you're fine, At 13th and 9. Waxing or waning? Your call. But I see you there A light at the top of the stairs But so far away And I recall all your Hands and your plans moving me The sense that it made A street serenade. |
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Trackback from :: 소년의 눈, 소녀의 귀 :: 2008-08-18 14:00:13
Subject : At The Stars [How Does Your Garden Grow?(1998)] Better Than Ezra
